I came to this place many years ago.
It captured the heart of my lover and self.
She has gone but my love for this place is eternal.
Slowly it has grown like a tree
Strong and tall all encompassing is my love for this place
ever flowing streams trees of evergreen
Bramble and brush might cut and scrape
My love for you will not abate
diversity abounds in many growing things
quiet solitude and wild celebration
Ah Summerwood you sustain me like no other
may I create something that always sustains you
This I pray on a Mystic Star